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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.