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 Laos 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.