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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.