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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.