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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.