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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.