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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.