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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.