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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
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.