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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.