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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Swans,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.