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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Index,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.