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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.