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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.