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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Wings,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.