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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.