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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.