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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Little Man,
cv313,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.