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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.