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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.