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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Scion,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.