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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Japan,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.