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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.