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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.