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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.