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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.