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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.