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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Chrome,
MC5,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.