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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.