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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.