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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.