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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.