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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Remains,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.