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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.