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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Visage,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.