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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.