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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
DNA,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.