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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.