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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.