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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
AZ,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.