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 Japan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.