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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Wake,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.