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 Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.