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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
DNA,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.