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 Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.