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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.