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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.