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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.