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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Q65,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.