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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.