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 Libya 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.