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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.