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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.