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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.