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 China and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.