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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.