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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.