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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.