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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.