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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
The Index,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.