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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.