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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.