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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.