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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
New Order,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.