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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.