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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.