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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.