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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.