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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.