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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.