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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.