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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.