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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.