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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
The Slits,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.