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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Index,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.