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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
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.