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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.