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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Cramps,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.