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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.