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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Smog,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.