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 United States 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.