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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Jandek,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.