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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.