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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.