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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.