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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.