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 Iraq and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.