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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.