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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.