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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Crime,
UT,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.