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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.