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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.