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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 the Association to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.