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 Laos and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.