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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.