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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.