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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Pylon,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.