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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.