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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Nico,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.