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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Visage,
Index,
the Slits,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.