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 Russia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.