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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.