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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.