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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
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Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.