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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.