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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.