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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Ronan,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Pole,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.