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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.