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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Monolake,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.