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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.