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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.