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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.