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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.