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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.