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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.