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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.