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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.