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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Swans,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.