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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.