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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Gong,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.