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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.