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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.