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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.