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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.