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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.