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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.