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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Franke,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.