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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.