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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
MC5,
DNA,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.