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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.