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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.