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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.