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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.