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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.