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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.