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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.