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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.