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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Slave,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.