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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.