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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Technova,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.