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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.