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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.