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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.