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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.