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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.