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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.