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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.