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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.