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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
The Move,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.