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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.