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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.