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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.