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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Chrome,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.