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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.