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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.