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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.