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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.