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 France and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.