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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.