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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.