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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.