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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.