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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.