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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
cv313,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.