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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.