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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.