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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.