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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.