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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.