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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.