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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.