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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.