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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.