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 Somalia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Inner City to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.