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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.