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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Can,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.