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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.