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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.