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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.