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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.