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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.