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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.