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 Albania and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.