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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
AZ,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.