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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.