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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.