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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.