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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.