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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.