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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.