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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.