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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.