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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.