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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.