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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.