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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.