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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.