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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.