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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Franke,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.