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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
June of 44,
Wire,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.