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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.