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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Motorama,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The 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.