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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Index,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.