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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Skarface,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.