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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Index,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.