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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Kayak,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Mars,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.