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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.