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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Monolake,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.