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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.