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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Inner City,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
the Germs,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.