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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.