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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.