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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.