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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.