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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
UT,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.