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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.