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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.