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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.