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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Evens,
New Order,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.