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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Monks,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.