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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.