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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.