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 Italy 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.