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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.