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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Television,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.