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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.