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 China and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.