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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.