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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.