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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.