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 Poland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Can,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.