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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.