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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
June Days,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.