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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.