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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.