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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.