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 Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.