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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.