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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.