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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
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.