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 Poland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Ituana,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Mars,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.