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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.