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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.