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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.