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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.