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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.