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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.