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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
the Association,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Busters,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.