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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Can,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.