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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.