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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Magma,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.