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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.