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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.