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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.