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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.