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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.