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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Nas,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Ludus,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.