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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.