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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.