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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.