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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.