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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.