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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Gong,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.