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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.