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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.