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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Pagans,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.