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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.