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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.