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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.