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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.