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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.