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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.