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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Brick,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.