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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.