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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Television,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.