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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.