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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Monks,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.