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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.