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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.