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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Television,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.