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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.