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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.