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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.