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 Romania 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.