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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.