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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.