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 Nauru and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.