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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.