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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Index,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.