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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.