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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.