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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.