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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.