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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.