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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.