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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.