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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.