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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Motorama,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.