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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pole,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.