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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.