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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.