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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.