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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.