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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.