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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.