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 Malta and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.