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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.