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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.