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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.