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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.