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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.