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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
MC5,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.