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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
UT,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.