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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.