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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.