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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.