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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.