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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.