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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
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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.