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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.