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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Slave,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.