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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Cameo,
UT,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.