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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.