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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.