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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.