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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.