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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.