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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.