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 China and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.