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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Mars,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.