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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.