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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.