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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.