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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.