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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.