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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.