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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.