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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.