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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.