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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.