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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
CMW,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
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.