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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.