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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.