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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.