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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.