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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.