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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.