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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.