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 Austria and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.