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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.