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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.