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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s 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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.