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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
The Names,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
the Association,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.