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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.