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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.