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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
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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.