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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.