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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.