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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.