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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.