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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.