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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.