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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Evens 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.