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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.