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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Radiohead 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
PIL,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.