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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.