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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.