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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Motions,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.