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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.