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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.