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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
UT,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.