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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.