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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.