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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Moebius,
Fear,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.