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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
CMW,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.