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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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 Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Faust,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.