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 Mozambique 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.