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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.