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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.