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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.