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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.