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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Smog,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.