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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.