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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.