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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Nico,
Can,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.