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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.