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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.