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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.