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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.