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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.