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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.