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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.