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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.