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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.