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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.