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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.