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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.