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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.