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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.