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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.