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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.