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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Brick,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.