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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.