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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.