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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.