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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.