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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.