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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Black Moon,
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.