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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.