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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.