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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.