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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.