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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Can,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.