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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.