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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.