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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Iggy Pop 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Magma,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.