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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.