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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.