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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Can,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.