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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.