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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.