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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Monochrome Set 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.