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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.