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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.