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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Nas,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.