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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.