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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.