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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.