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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Saints,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Josef K,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.