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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.