Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.