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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.