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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.