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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.