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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.