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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Fear,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.