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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.