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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Can,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.