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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.