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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.