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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.