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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
CMW,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.