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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.