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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
AZ,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.