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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.