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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.