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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.