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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.