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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
cv313,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.