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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.