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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.