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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.