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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Index to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.