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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.