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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.