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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.