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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.