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 Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.