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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.