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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.