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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.