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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.