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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.