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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.