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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.