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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.