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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.