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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.