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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
New Order,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.