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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Smog,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.