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 Finland and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Roxette,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.