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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.