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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.