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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.