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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.