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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.