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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.