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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.