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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The Index,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Nas,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.