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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Chrome,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.