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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.