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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.