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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.