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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.