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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.