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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.