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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.