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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.