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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.