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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.