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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.