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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.