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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.