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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.