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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.