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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.