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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.