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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.