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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.