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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.