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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.