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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.