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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.