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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.