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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.