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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.