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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.