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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.