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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.