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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.