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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.