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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.